Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
the pick of the mind..the ripples of the heart..Jack the ripper...
It can be a very small, tiny things that eyes can't see, to things that are big and gigantic that can be very obvious and visible. It can be something conceptual, perceptual, or just anything physical, geographic, and demographic. Whatever the picks, all has its roots to something real and fantasies, conscious and unconscious. Can be behavioral or just has been there for centuries. We are just a picker with mind and the brain that goes down to the very reason as to why we are being created. The very mentioning of it creates a ripple in the heart separating the good, the bad, and the evil. Allah is Great. Allahuakabar.
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